America sat in the food court of the mall. His boyfriend was writing out a very long and detailed list. About every twelve seconds or so he would steal another piece of Japan’s sushi. It was just so tasty that he could not resist and if the Asian man could not guard his food… well then that was his own problem.
“America, I have finished dividing writing out the plan. If we divide presents up by what needs to be bought on the first floor and what needs to bought on the second floor we can get everything in as little time as possible if we split up.”
“Japan, didn’t you watch Scooby-Doo? We made it together after all. It is never a good idea to split up.”
“America, I hardly think a man in a monster suit is going to attack us in a crowded mall, on Christmas, in a city that is not Tokyo, London or New York.”
America shrugged, “I guess, if you are so sure about it.”
“Hai, I am sure. I have experience from Comiket.”
“So, wanna meet here in about two hours then?”
America leaned in and kissed Japan before the other man could object to the PDA.
When they split up Japan volunteered to take the first floor and America would be taking the second floor. Earlier they had listed all the nations with ideas for presents for each of them. They had worked hard and debated back and forth, but in the end both of them were happy with the list.
The crowds in the mall were unimaginable. It was nothing compared to Black Friday. He looked at the half of the list Japan had given him. This was going to be too easy. When the two hours were up he had a leather bond diary for England, a sweater with a bear on it for Canada, a new spice rack for France and some pretty necklaces for Taiwan and Vietnam. There was still more that needed to be found, but he had to go meet up with Japan first so they could take everything back to the car.
America returned to the food court but there was no sign of Japan. He waited ten minutes. Then he waited fifteen. A frown started to grow on his face. It was not like Japan to be so late. America got up and began to search for him.
He pushed through the crowds, keeping a tight grip on the bags. He found Japan sitting on a bench with a disassembled 3DS. America advanced from behind. He was trying not to be loud, but with the noise it didn’t really matter if he tried.
“Here, it is fixed now,” Japan said as he handed it back to the little girl who was crying.
“Thank you, Mr. Nice Man.” She took the item back and ran to her busy mother.
America wrapped his hands around Japan from behind. The Asian nation tensed up and then relaxed. Of course America took the opportunity to kiss him again.
“That was really sweet of you.”
“It was not something that matters very much.”
“It matters to her, and that is why I love you.”